chaos manual
02/2009 "Its easy to talk big but the important thing is whether or not you clean up the shit." Hands are laced behind her back, wrist twisted, bound by a pair of silver hand cuffs. She is malnourished and has make up on like a whore. Inside she is dark, damaged and gone. I don’t know when I will ever see her again. I don’t know, if I will ever see her again. My desperate hope is that she can be repaired, badly patched or stitched together. Mostly though, I hope that she can’t escape and they keep her here. My hopes are not any different than each time before, the last and she leaves again and again and again. Each time she leaves, she does worse things with worse people, criminal. And the thought is terrifying, the only thing left would be death. I look into the mirror, just skin, bones and scars. What’s left of me staring is what’s left of her. breathless.